Today's theme today is going to be Memory, so you might want to write about characters remembering things or people they've left behind or lost; trying to forget some mistake or sin or embarrassing moment; trying to keep a cherished memory fresh, trying to recall (or forget) a lesson; experience, dream, or pain. You could also write about the
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Easier -- but still not easy.
Memories of another who lied to her, who broke her heart with deception and abuse, fill her mind, quietly warning her every time she almost lets him get too close.
If she wasn't so skilled at recognizing the natural signs of deceit, regardless of his apparent honesty, it would be impossible to trust him at all.
She can't make herself forget that he's worked here long enough to pick up a few tricks of deception, she's sure... if he wanted to use them against her.
With every day she knows him, every moment she spends getting to know him better... she desperately hopes that the fragile trust she's beginning to place is well-founded... and that one day, she might be able to give him the part that she's still holding back.
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He lifted his hips slightly, pushing his briefs and jeans down just enough to free his dick, hand wrapping around himself. His hand was warm compared to the cool skin he was thinking of and he thrust up into his fist as he thought back.
"Like it when I touch you like this, don't you?" Blue eyes stared down at him and, hell, Dean wished he felt like he could answer but he was pretty sure his entire brain had gone south and all he could do was moan and arch up ( ... )
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Why thank you! :)
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When Dean's eyes open again, Sam keeps talking like he doesn't notice, like everything's okay and Dean thinks that maybe...maybe...if they can both just keep pretending he'll forget someday. Maybe not all of it...but enough to let him sleep and not hear the endless screaming torment of hell.
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He blames the booze. And Mike, the dirty bastard.
He wakes up the next morning and has a moment of horror and stumbles out of bed and runs home. He showers off the booze and other stuff he really doesn't want to think about, and falls back into bed.
But it's not the end of it. He can't stop thinking about it, mostly at the most inappropriate moments. In the middle of filming with Sophia. When he's at the grocery store. When he's in the middle of fucking Kenzie. He can't stop thinking about that night, remembering a lot of things he almost wish he couldn't remember. Like Mike's fucking awesome hands on his dick, his fucking mouth and everything else that gets him hard at the most inconvenient times ( ... )
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